Chapter 222 - 221 : Solving the Darkness

Chapter 222: Chapter 221 : Solving the Darkness

Haruto sat in Dr. Misaki’s consultation room, the morning light from the window behind her making the silver strands in her hair glow softly. His hands were clasped tightly in his lap, knuckles white. The guilt from the previous night had not left his stomach. It sat like a stone in his chest, pressing down until breathing felt painful.

He took a deep breath and began to speak.

"Sensei... actually I kept many things hidden from you. You are my mother’s oldest friend. I didn’t think I could share something like this with you. That’s why I never told you anything about it."

Dr. Misaki leaned forward slightly, her expression calm and open. She folded her hands on the desk and gave him a gentle, understanding smile.

"Haruto-kun... don’t worry about it at all. I won’t tell your mother. And you can share everything with me. Treat me as a free-minded friend. I have been treating patients for many years. Nothing you say will shock me. You can speak freely."

Haruto exhaled slowly, the weight in his chest becoming heavier.

His voice dropped to a whisper at first, then became clearer.

"Her name is Jennifer. She is from abroad. She has HPV — Human Papillomavirus. She got it because she had intimacy with many men in the past. Her entire friend circle was nearly in the death stage of HIV. By the time I didn’t know anything, she became so close to me. She gave me blowjobs. I kissed her. She kissed me. I sucked her boobs. She ate my cum. And she also injected my cum directly into her pussy. If she hadn’t had HPV, we could have fucked every single day. That’s how deep it went."

Dr. Misaki’s eyes widened for a split second, but her face remained calm and professional.

"You have that kind of relationship with that woman?"

Haruto nodded slowly, his voice shaking slightly.

"Yes. I hid everything from you because... you are my mother’s friend. I didn’t know how to explain it. But now I realize I have to tell you everything."

Dr. Misaki nodded slowly, her gaze steady.

"No wonder she became so obsessed that way," she said quietly. "Because she had deep intimacy with many men in the past. That kind of rough, frequent sex became the only thing that gave her a sense of control and purpose. Her mind got addicted to that level of intimacy. When she got infected, reality hit her hard. She started to move on from the old lifestyle. But her mind still craved that exact type of sex. The more she craved it, the darker it became. And when she found you... her obsession reached its peak. That’s why her behavior turned into something so extreme. She is using you to fulfill a long-suppressed need."

Haruto looked down at his folded hands.

"She was cooking with her period blood. She was injecting my cum into her pussy. She was drinking my piss. She was letting me cum inside her while I didn’t even know. And I never once questioned it."

Dr. Misaki’s voice became softer, more compassionate.

"You have been eating her period blood for weeks. You have swallowed her blood. You have eaten food she prepared with her own menstrual blood in it. That is an extreme level of trust and submission. At the same time, she has been using you to fill her deepest cravings. The combination of both is extremely dangerous. Her mind is not stable. It has reached a point where it is looking for new ways to control and consume."

Haruto’s voice was barely above a whisper.

"What do I do now, Sensei?"

Dr. Misaki looked at him directly, her eyes serious.

"You need to get her professional help. This is no longer just about you. This is about her mental health. She is using you to fulfill something that is deeply unhealthy. And the more you allow it, the deeper it will go. She is already at a dangerous stage. Her behavior can escalate into something much more serious. You need to tell her the truth about her actions, and at the same time, help her find proper counseling."

Haruto stayed silent for a long moment, the weight of everything finally sinking in.

The morning light continued to shine through the window.

And Haruto Takahashi, the boy who had just been told the full truth about the woman he had been sharing his time with, finally understood how deep the darkness had gone.

And how much danger he had been in without even realizing it.

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The consultation room felt smaller than usual that morning.

Dr. Misaki sat behind her desk, her silver hair catching the soft sunlight. Haruto sat across from her, still processing everything she had just told him. The guilt from eating Jennifer’s period blood for days had not left his stomach. It sat like a heavy stone, pressing down on him until breathing felt difficult.

Dr. Misaki leaned forward slightly, her expression calm but serious.

"Haruto-kun... the situation is more serious than I initially thought."

Haruto looked at her, his voice low.

"What do you mean, Sensei?"

She folded her hands on the desk and spoke with clear, professional gravity.

"Her behavior is escalating. The way she mixes her period blood into food and makes you eat it is not just an extreme form of submission. It has become a psychological pattern. Her mind is finding its only source of peace by controlling what you consume. This is a primary level of extreme obsession. If it continues, it will deepen. She will try to make you consume more and more of her bodily fluids. She will try to normalize it until it becomes a normal part of your daily life. And the final stage... it can become very dangerous. It can lead to something far more serious than mere disgust."

Haruto’s throat tightened.

"Serious how?"

Dr. Misaki’s voice became even quieter.

"Haruto, her mind is shifting. She is looking for ways to keep you trapped in this cycle. She will try to make you feel that this is the only way you can be intimate with her. She will try to normalize it until you stop questioning it. And when she feels you are fully under her control... she will push further. It can reach a point where you may not even realize you are being harmed until it is too late."

Haruto felt a cold chill run down his spine.

He sat there for a long moment, the morning light from the window making the room feel colder than before.

Then Dr. Misaki spoke again, her voice gentle but firm.

"Take me to your apartment today. I will live in your apartment for the next few days. But in a hidden way so that I can observe her condition and understand her mind more clearly."

Haruto’s eyes widened in shock.

"Sensei... but that apartment is tiny. We stay completely naked. We do oral sex. We sleep naked. We shower together. How can you even see it?"

Dr. Misaki smiled softly, her expression calm and experienced.

"Don’t worry about it, Haruto. In your age I also watched porn. I also passed that horny-minded stage. But that never left me. Seeing you or her naked and doing oral sex won’t affect me at all. Don’t worry about it. I have seen much."

Haruto was quiet for a long moment, the weight of everything finally sinking in.

"Ok, Sensei... I won’t worry. Thank you for making all my thinking easier."

Dr. Misaki nodded, her eyes warm and steady.

"Today we will go to your apartment. I will stay hidden. And I will observe her closely. This situation is more serious than I initially thought. We cannot wait any longer."

Haruto swallowed hard, the fear mixing with the guilt still heavy in his chest.

He finally nodded.

"Today then, Sensei."

The morning light continued to shine through the window.

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Dr. Misaki, his mother’s oldest friend, would see everything.

She would see him naked.

She would see him doing oral sex with her.

She would see their naked bodies tangled together in the tiny apartment every single day.

The thought made his face burn. It made his neck feel hot. It made his hands tremble slightly in his lap.

He had always respected Dr. Misaki. She had treated him during his long illness years ago. She had been kind. She had been professional. But this... this was different.

This was seeing him completely naked.

This was seeing him oral fucking a girl.

This was seeing him cum inside her mouth.

The embarrassment was suddenly so strong it felt physical. His face felt hot. His throat felt dry. His cock — which had been half-hard just a second ago — suddenly felt exposed and awkward.

Haruto stayed silent for a long moment, the embarrassment making his face burn even hotter.

He had no other choice.

He had to bring her.

He had to let the woman who had treated him when he was most broken see the ugly truth of his life.

The morning light continued to shine through the window.